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with traces so blurry.

Taking a few steps back, eyes still glued onto the wall in front of her, the girl wiped her cheek with the back of her hand and almost stumbled, as she knocked a couple of cans over, that had been sitting on the floor not too far from her.
The noise resonated through the otherwise empty backyard, making her flinch before letting out a breath. No one was home anyway.

It wasn't that she was doing anything wrong, really, given that she was still in their very own backyard, hidden from curious eyes and anyone who would think wrong of her.
The wall of the spacious garage had even been specifically chosen by her dads for their artworks and over the years it had become a mix of all kinds of different styles and colors, slowly growing an piece of art, that somehow represented their family. There were her brother's and her early pieces, that their dads for some reason insisted on keeping intact, as well as the better ones, from when they had slowly started to figure out to hold the cans right.

Art and especially graffiti had always been part of their lives and finally, after countless embarrassing tries, Mizuki was content with what she had brought to the wall.

The colors were vibrant, the bunny-art something she had been working on since forever and now that it was done, it felt like she had achieved something not just herself.

Sure, there was still lots of room for improvement, but she was only 12, nearing 13 and while she sometimes felt almost grown-up, she had years of practice to come and a countless stock of art supplies to work with. It was fun, even if she would've preferred a shopping trip over it any time and it felt right, considering it was what her dads loved doing so much as well.

Would she ever consider herself an artist? Probably not. But it was fun.

And it was a good way to escape school work, when it all felt like too much again and just made her head hurt.